Sunday, June 15, 2008

Numa base regular, suponho a eventualidade de um imprevisto.

...you open your eyes and slowly stand. your head is spinning slightly.
you are in the centre of a tinder-dry clearing within a forest. your clothes are covered with flakes of bark.
Non-specific ambient forest noises seem to be coming from your left, but when you look in that direction, the sounds stay in your left ear.

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